Aphelion

So... what's up here. Let's see. Blue Party was a lot of fun, good times, good drinking games, crazy dancing. Props go to Thomson, April and Jack. Solid night.

I've spent the last two hours talking with my roommate about welfare distribution systems, the flawed view of capitalism within the US and alternatives to find a working socialist state. I'll get back to you when we get the answers...

I've finally overcome any remaining resentment with my failed relationship. I am left feeling absolutely stoic. The things that I used to want, I don't care for anymore. I don't care if I am in a relationship. I don't care if I meet someone. I just feel "blah." Luckily, there are a few others in the same boat. So rock on, my disillusioned people.

I looked back on my other entries, and I realized that those taken at face value, I look like I am pretty much the most depressing guy in the world. Hah! I'll work on being more upbeat. I guess it's just me realizing that other people may read this besides me.


I think Postal Service said it best:
What does it take to get a drink in this place?

How much can you drink?
I'm on par with Arnaub. Which is not good.

- one of the convos stuck in my head despite the influence of fermented Aguave juice.

gyorgy, come visit lacrosse, and happy times will be had. or else.

dude. set your blog up with nomad correctly :-P

also--you gotta catch all the crap somewhere and sometimes it's best caught in words. but the same thing goes for the good stuff.